Tied Up - Vol 2: A Collection Of Hardcore Bondage Short Stories

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With the immediate need for relief gone thanks to the ice i was now able to think about my situation more. I was developing a kind of crush on my step mother but the strangest sort. She had discovered my guilty secret and taken over. I'd been kept tied up, gagged, almost naked, whipped and tortured for the past 24 hours and still i had the hots for this woman. She seemed so charming but sadistic at the same time, she knew just how to excite me, she read all my weak spots , she was physically , emotionally and psychologically abusing me but I just wanted more. what monster had my father married and what strange creature had I become. Bondage and BDSM sex have always been sexual fantasies for many people, but this has become even more of a phenomenon as experimenting with kinky sex has seen a huge rise in popularity over the past few years. Bondage and BDSM can be a whole lot of fun but these activities also demand a lot of trust and responsibility to do it safely with safe words, consent and best practice (you don't magically learn how to safely tie knots, after all) at the front of everyone's minds. So before you get down to the dirty, you need to swot up as much as you can on how to do it before you try anything IRL. It should only ever be with a partner you trust, are free to communicate openly and honestly with, and with whom you've discussed your boundaries and safe words with. After about 2 hours of this treatment her programmes finally finished and the news started. She put out her cigarette and bent down to me. “Having fun there?” eventually i was exhausted and frustrated and gave one almightly muffled cry of anguish before slumping to my fate. It was just then i felt the weight on my thighs again. "Well hello there" I hears Vixx say. She mus have come in when I was struggling and groaning so I dd not hear her. If she'd taken her heels off I wouldn't hear her either. Hey waimmpphh.” She ripped another strip of tape off the reel and plastered it over my mouth taking another one and pressing it firmly on top. This was all going wrong I thought to myself. I wasn't supposed to be the one tied up bare footed and bare chested. I wanted to see her in her underwear all bound gagged and helpless. Her teasing went on.

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Nnnn mmm nntt.” In reality my heart was pounding, I had a very tight feeling in my jeans, I had an itch I couldn't scratch and I was loosing myself in extacy. But this was my stepmother. I couldn't let her know I was enjoying it so much. It just wasn't normal. That's not right. Look you silly boy. You've tied a slip knot here. That could cause big problems. let me help.” I felt her fiddling with the rope on my wrists and felt the pressure released momentarily before I felt her winding the rope round and tying off again. “There that's better. It won't slip and tighten now, and you won't be able to get yourself free either.” I decided I had to try to escape. I rolled from side to side and : CRUNCH. I slid off the single bed and onto the floor. I heard feet on the stairs once more, no heels this time, when I heard Vixx at my door. Jonathan, are you all right?” I was not afraid. There was no sign of a struggle. No one else had seen me like this. I was enjoying myself in my own special way. I was 18 and obsessed with being tied up for as long as I could remember. I had not been tied up by anyone for over five years and then that was just in silly children's games. I had loved watching TV shows or films where someone was tied up and had wanted to experience it. My mother (god rest her) had caught me playing like that once or twice and had forbidden me to do it, the upshot was I just got better at hiding my activity. I don't know whether she had ever told my dad but I had kept it secret from him. Mum had died a few years previously and my dad had married Victoria, or Vixx, who was many years younger than him but still closer to his age than mine, just. Dad worked abroad a lot and Vixx worked part time so often after school and sometimes at weekends I was in the house alone. That is where I practised tying myself up. I had been doing this for nearly ten years and was getting better and better. I could now tie my hands behind me with a splip-knot even blindfolded and with my arms strapped to my sides, and that is what I had managed to do today.My nipples had throbbed and hurt more painfully than the hour or more I had been wearing the damn things. Vixx had decided to "help me" by rubbing ice cubes around my throbbing nipples. this she did sitting astride me and feeling something else throbbing at which she gave a very naughty grin. The relief of the ice had been short lived before Vixx replaced the nipple clamps and untied me from the chair, leaving my hands tied behind me and feet tied together. She had then tugged the chain making me hop to the lounge where the cuffs had replaced ropes and where i found myself in my current predicament.

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Now this time stay there and don't do anything silly.” Vixx's voice rang out in the way I would expect her to speak to a child who was still in single figure age. Sleep well" se said. "Oh and just so you don't get disturbed." with tat she tore off two squares of tape and i was plunged into darkness as she taped my eyelids shut. I hope you'll be alright by yourself today." Carol's mom said, as Carol began eating. "I'll be at work all day, and I probably won't be home until late this evening. We're close to a breakthrough." I've had these things for a while but your father just did not want me to use them.” I had no idea what she was talking about but heard her put something down on the table next to my bed. “Now I better go and get some tea ready.” She Finished and once again I heard her heels on the stairs. The smell of coffee assailed Carol's nose as she entered the kitchen. Her mom was already up and finishing her breakfast. "Good Morning." She said, as she saw Carol enter. "I was wondering if you were ever going to get up."He turned and did the same thing with Carol's mother. She'd seen protesting was futile, and accepted her gag without protest. Carol grunted vaguely, and walked over to the pantry to get her cereal. She filled a bowl and splashed a bit milk on it, then sat down at the table next to her mother. I did it myself.” I could feel myself blushing but I knew a confession was better than the real trouble which could be caused by trying to make up a story of a robbery. There's plenty of food in the pantry and the fridge. You can have whatever you want, just don't burn the house down, or anything. Maybe you can invite your friend Ashley over as well…"